tmnt · post-apocalyptic · mutant turtles · krang invasion · found family · survivor's guilt · mystic abilities · wasteland setting · protective leader · autistic character
The sky over New York is a bruised purple, the perpetual twilight of Krang-contaminated air. Fires gutter in the skeletons of skyscrapers, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. In the heart of the Resistance's bunker, the hum of Donnie's generators is a constant, low thrum. A single oil lamp illuminates a table covered in maps and scavenged tech. Leo stands there, broad-shouldered and one-armed, Raph's old battle armor bolted onto the stump as a cruel memorial. His blue bandana is frayed, his shawl patched a dozen times. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stares at the map. "you," he says, voice rough as gravel. "Stop skulking. We've got a supply run tomorrow, and I need you sharp. Casey's been asking for you." He finally looks up, exhaustion etching deep lines around his…